{"id":30690,"date":"2020-04-01T05:10:46","date_gmt":"2020-04-01T04:10:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/?p=30690"},"modified":"2024-12-14T21:13:48","modified_gmt":"2024-12-14T20:13:48","slug":"hush","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eden-saga.com\/en\/hush.html","title":{"rendered":"Hush!"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/p>\n

We are silent. We keep silent until the roles are reversed. Until silence keeps us. Silently of course. Did I say “of course<\/em>“? Can we hear the silence? Yes, if it is deafening. Precisely this is the case.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fields, woods, dead houses.
\nEverything is silent.
\nSpring pulsates at the aorta.
\nI was there.
\nWhen I can’t visit anymore
\nSweet nature
\nThere is still the other side
\nAdventure
\nIn the infinite astral realm<\/a>
\nI forget the
\nGanja smoke, chitral
\nCola
\nI only need my wings
\nThe other life
\nWelcome me at her place
\nI live again
\nI’m gonna find sweet gals of mine
\nSo pretty
\nProud Pierrot will put Colombine
\nIn his bed
\nI want to see the laughing fairy<\/a>
\nSee the elf
\nWho will sing with a troll
\nEarly morning
\nThe korrigans and the giants<\/a>
\nAre partying
\nWhen I am with them I feel
\nLike a feast.
\nTo come back in six weeks
\nI imagine
\nIt will only take an hour
\nAt the jinns<\/a>
\nI took the hand of an ephemeral
\nIdle
\nMaybe she was my mother
\nFor real
\nSweetheart let see if the Rose
\nFrom Alhambra
\nTo that scent that makes you something
\nIn my arms
\nThe sky is over the sky
\nSo quiet
\nAnd the artificial comet
\nWithout noise file
\nThe first sky has disappeared
\nFar behind
\nWithout horse trace my plow
\nIts rut
\nImagine Odessa’s shuttle
\nCrash in the air
\nIs nothing but a love affair
\nTo please you
\nCome back green girl from the fjord
\nWhen you sing
\nYour elf hair reminding the Lord<\/em>
\nOf the Ring<\/em>
\nTell me what is left of spring
\nWhen winter
\nYour green eyes and my happy heart
\nBurns together<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A deafening roar of crockery, glasses, drums, washing boards and tinsel that we tune in. Four wands on the desk. The Folkeux Folles T\u00eates amateur orchestra is silent. The chef raises his wand. And plam kwic tsoin tsoin! takes place the impressive chant which kills where the sharp mane creaks, whines the steep jingle and meows the lost biniou. Arm yourself with patience. It will last a long time. Oh yeah.<\/p>\n

Hush!<\/h4>\n\n

If we decided by mutual agreement that there is an urgent need to shut up? The postilions of our parlottes are UFOs for viruses. Cough in your elbow, stay in your room and speak in your head. It will rest you. The beautiful vacation it will give us.<\/p>\n\n

She had nothing to hide
\nSilently
\nI couldn’t let go
\nMy childhood
\nWe left the ship
\nWithout a noise
\nOn a canoe that rolls and veers
\nIn the night
\nWhat have we done with our delusions
\nInsane
\nFor thirst and for desire
\nGranted
\nWill you read between the lines
\nDecode
\nWhat is hidden under the signs
\nEroded
\nThe words the words are puppets
\nAnimated
\nBy a showman by a showman
\nUnloved
\nWe will say them out loud
\nWithout counting
\nThese imperfections that we see
\nListen
\nHear the sounds that come together
\nHow they run
\nFrom other senses my hand shakes
\nMy heart melts
\nThere is a signal touching you
\nMyrmidon
\nAnteater tasting in your mouth
\nStarch and dry
\nDon’t pick up stories from the chord
\nNo reason
\nThe verdict I can’t afford
\nHanging on
\nI climbed on the scaffold
\nSad and bold
\nStanding there I look at my France
\nI adore<\/p>\n

I saw my heart in the pot
\nThen I gave
\nMy life to feed the awful lot
\nShocked and brave
\nThey ate with a frank appetite
\nMy arteries
\nCrunch my heart fucking yetis<\/a>
\nMy grandfathers<\/p>\n

This universe is not the same
\nAnymore
\nI did live the day of wonders
\nAnd reverse<\/p>\n

Since I quietly emit the law of silence, I apply it to myself. Until the next post. Three days of silence. It starts now. Hush!<\/p>\n

\"\"– Won’t he shut up, that asshole?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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